Alec's POV
Dragging Skylar out of the room after meeting her was not part of the plan. In fact, I didn't plan at all. But watching her sit there, glaring at me as if she could burn a hole through my chest, made my patience evaporate.
When we reached a secluded hallway, I stopped abruptly, forcing her to stop with me.
"Let me go," she snapped, her voice laced with venom
I let go of her wrist. She stumbled back a little, rubbing the spot where I had grabbed her. Her eyes shot daggers at me. "I told you, I don't want to talk." She tried to sidestep me. But I wasn't about to let her walk away so easily.
Before she could move again, I grabbed her wrist again and gently, but firmly, pinned her against the wall.
She struggled against me, but I could see her resolve starting to crack, the sharp edge of her anger wavering.
"I don't care what you want, Skylar." I couldn't afford to be gentle right now. "You are going to listen."
